This morning I was in an OK mood. Not so shitty let’s say. Until I managed to step out of my fucking bed.
Try to walk to the metro with hundreds of people stepping on the pavement tiles like obvious massage prostitutes on Sheikh Zayed the night before Ramadan starts. It’s hard, like a dick in a masseuse’s hand. They are waiting for the bus, miskeen haram poor them you will say. True, people placing bus stops might as well put it in the middle of the fucking road (Business Bay station for the connoisseurs).
Then I get in the metro yelling Allahu Akbar spotting the best seat on the planet RTA. Until the King of Mofos, His Highness Kosukhtak cut my way and shamelessly puts his turd of ass on my seat.
Getting off the metro, I’m late. I take the escalator. Some Nobel prize stands still on the wrong side of it like a fucking potato growing roots (lazy asses stand on the right side in civilized countries). I overpass her, and the bitch looks for lipstick or some shit in her bag and elbows the shit out of me.
I get out of the metro station, and my shuttle bus is not here. I start walking and half way to work, I see the fucker rolling in his car, and I’m hating inside.
